Storyteller

[Spoken]

BlackListed Ft. Mr. J, Split eight, Figurative and Just Write

Mr. J...
My crew is calculated, calibrated mass amount of hatred
surrounded by these rounds & chasers, sending shots & rounds at your table
cheers sucka, those light shots prove y'all should stick to beers fuckers
if them hops make you froggy leap, we'll ring bells like de beers fuckers
crack your liberty, silly me willingly puttin you on your death bed
watchin' ever move like your kinect set, up in your girl 360..5 days off she wept and..
it's back like she never left, shook the thought of you like a etch-a-sketch
treat this rap game like your bitch...take the assist nigga there's always seconds left

Split Eight...
hallucinogens... hell loose in a sense: like afteraffects of
what my crew induces in rappers pretending to be masters of text.
tilted the planet's axis to amend the seasons as we imagined them:
the plan of action- be the reason the past is bent on repeating its accidents.
catch me in a creed with assassins, been sneaking past the masses,
scheming up disasters with my team between the ceiling rafters.
fuck illuminati, annunaki murderings and summa cum laudes from Rawn McUniveristy
just tryna shine a lil truth behind dishonesty in the first degree

Figurative...
Clamorous crowds in outcry established in sounds from Delphi
In hell, eyes widen at celsius that ive held high.
Impel rhymes propelled as militant like monstrousities
With a burning bodies gleam that's key to converting Constatine.
Daumers doppelganger in essence. Ink drips from hollow tips.
A philosoph with written set visions; bet that apollo bit.
My atmospheric blasts leave gods battered in gauze
With a lord like visage. Im the mirror held to the mirage.


Just Write...
I've been to hell and beyond, still got the scars to prove it
dark n' ruthless. instigating instant hatred through a carnage movement
carved out the heart of cupid just so i could show you no love
emotions unplugged. s'why it's so easy to pull out the pump n put holes in ur lungs
I cut straight to the point, fuck your allegories, metaphors, an extended vocab
cuz in the end ima laugh. watch you get blacklisted by these kids invested in wrath
step into my path and get knocked out faster then a tyson opponent
and I'm not talkin little kds still in their diapers, wipin their noses.

Last on the scene but its tolls your last chance in the scheme,
They saved Hannibal the verbal cannibal to krueger ya dreams.
Try to survive but it's passed ur last effort to be imperial,
My aim looms like Noah's ark so I flex to mark my reach of miracles.
Pack my verses with twists but like cursive it's swift,
Literal grips that dump the best off with the use of minimal clips.
Lex luthor in text.. Your best friend but also your worst enemy ho,
Future set in stone- I'm supernatural tearing down the walls of Jericho.